“You healed my body, so I’m fine now.” “Look.” There was no need to ask, “What?” As soon as Veloan used magic, the mana around them took form. It was a diagnostic spell Ishar had used every time he gave mana to Veloan. “I’ll link it to you now.” As soon as it connected, the…

Despite Veloan showing this much love, Ishar doubted he would sit still just because of a contract. “I… I see. Then let’s return to the Imperial Palace together.” It had already been four days since the day he went alone into the abyss to find Veloan. To Shuzel and the nobles who knew nothing and…

“…Never grow conceited.” “Of course not.” “Then why are you fondling my chest? I let you braid my hair as you wished. Now, just leave me alone for a while.” “I refuse.” “I even tolerated you feeding me.” “You tolerated it? …Did you dislike it that much?” The threatening mood from just a moment ago…

It was what Ishar had wanted the most since he took in Veloan. Even when Veloan fell into the abyss and tried to accept death, Ishar had hoped—and hadn’t he prayed? At the final moment, he had hoped that his beloved disciple had suffered just a little less. Because I’ll end up hurting Veloan once…

“Haaah…!” Before the words had even fully left his lips, Veloan thrust in even deeper—and began to release inside Ishar. It’s so deep… too deep…! This was a different kind of heat—one that came not from the thrusting, but from being filled. Veloan’s presence inside him grew heavier, more overwhelming. Ishar gasped for breath as…

There was no time to steady himself as his body collapsed under the pleasure that spread through every inch of him. The relentless thrusting of that thick, hot flesh slamming into his inner walls again and again brought waves of ecstasy that far exceeded what his body could handle. It was frightening. For the first…

This time, Ishar didn’t resist. The look in Veloan’s eyes, already filled with desire, made it clear—he had absolutely no intention of backing down. Since persuasion had failed, Ishar came to a decision: it would be better to just get this over with quickly. So even as he trembled at the sensation of fingers slipping…

The moment Veloan tried to position himself between Ishar’s legs again, Ishar hastily clamped them shut and yanked the nearby blanket over his lower half in a panic. Just the fact that Veloan had brought that oil made his intentions painfully clear! “Don’t worry, Ishar. I’ll take care of everything.” “Take care of what, exactly?…

Rather than grabbing him by the collar or yanking his hair—anything else—being rendered immobile from someone grabbing his genitals for the first time in his life left Ishar staring at Veloan in disbelief. While he hesitated, unsure of how to shake off that hand, Veloan moved down on his knees and did something Ishar couldn’t…

“So I had to leave you, Master. Thanks to that, I now possess the strength to become your Empress.” Even after hearing those words several times, Ishar still couldn’t get used to them. His breath, weighed down by guilt, slowly became easier. “There’s much I want to say, but… there’s something I just can’t hold…